hollywood

well now, this will be my last post from the south. for a while. why do i feel like i am leaving forever? this is silly. i've had much more dramatic rebirths than this. still, my mind is refusing to accept, and then accepting with a stamped foot, that i will board a plane in 9 hours that will take me back to a place where winter is strong and mighty and cannot be defeated by things like brew pubs and friends.

i have many things to do to prepare still... pack up a few key items, maybe run a vacuum over the carpet in this room. maybe i should admit to myself that the north is a cold place where things only grow a few months of the year.

i have learned a lot on this little trip, and not all about pottery. i've learned the necessity of letting go, and i've actually begun the unclenching process in a few areas. i've taken some deep breaths. i've learned it ain't all over but the crying. maybe i will let these little rootlings really grow in the next place.

definition of irony: strict christian girl grows up, becomes atheist, goes on facebook and stumbles across strict muslim girl she knew in high school, who is apparently now alcoholic floozie. what a weird fucking world.